I have the lovely Rebecca Brochu in the book spotlight today with Love In The Land Of Fire. Go check it out!
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In a world where one is either the ruler or the ruled Enforcer Josiah
Marx, a dominate who’s almost given up on finding a partner, takes a case and
finds himself drawn to Rafe Zweil, a submissive with a complicated past. Can
the two overcome all the obstacles that stand before them and between them to
find love in the Land of Fire?
EXCERPT:
“Shit!” Josiah immediately
holsters his gun, wraps one hand around Rafe’s shoulder and spins him around
until they’re face to face. Anger flares
through him, anger at himself for not recognizing the other male sooner, anger
at Rafe for not being where he was supposed to be in the first place. It all comes spilling out of him before he
can think twice about it.
“What in the fuck were you
doing? What in the hell possessed you to
leave the apartment? I’ve seen your test
scores, Zweil, so you’ve got no excuse for acting like a fucking idiot!”
Josiah shakes Rafe hard once
before letting go of the submissive as if burned. Raking a hand through his blond hair he
stalks towards the nearest switch and turns the dial all the way up until the
apartment is flooded with light. In the
now bright room he can see Rafe’s face clearly, can see an anger that matches
his own rising up in the man, which is at odds with the mostly meek behavior
he’s shown to Josiah since they’ve been together.
“I wasn’t aware that I was a
prisoner, Marx, or that you’re apparently my warden. Although I suppose that was a foolish
assumption to make. After all a cage is
still a cage even if the bars are pretty this time around.”
“Damn it all to hell, Rafe,
that’s not what I meant and you fucking know it!”
“Are you sure about that,
Josiah? Do you really not want to keep
me locked away, hidden from the outside world like every-fucking-body else
seems to?”
Josiah has no control over
himself as he lunges forward, buries one hand in Rafe’s silky hair and yanks
the submissive forward. Their lips meet
harshly, all teeth and no finesse and Josiah runs his tongue roughly along the
seam of Rafe’s mouth, a pleased growl rumbling in his chest when the he opens
for him. Josiah sweeps inside, his
tongue tangling hotly with Rafe’s even as he begins to crowd the submissive
against the nearest wall.
They fit together perfectly,
the long lean plains of Rafe’s body slotting into the more thickly muscled
valleys of Josiah’s as if they’d been carved from the same single piece of
stone, broken and divided and only now reunited. Josiah groans low in his throat at the feel
of Rafe pressed against him and his cock hardens instantly at the combined
sensations of touch and taste. Rafe
echoes his groan and the sound of pleasure from the submissive doubles Josiah’s
arousal, making him helpless to do anything but press closer, driving their
bodies together and Rafe further against the wall.
Their tongues slide against
and around each other, spit slick and eager to taste, to consume one
another. Josiah knew it would be like
this, knew it would be perfect and all-consuming the moment he laid eyes on
Rafe. His hand loosens its tight grip in
Rafe’s hair and slides slowly through the cool, thick locks to curl firmly
around the back of the submissive’s neck, unable to control the impulse to
completely dominate the other male. Rafe
breaks the kiss, gasping for air and moaning openly as his head tips back,
pressing deeper into the grip on his neck and exposing his throat and collar to
Josiah’s hungry gaze.
It’s an instinctual move, the
desire to show off for a dominant, the urge to entice a fitting and worthy
partner with his unclaimed status, and the sight of it has Josiah practically
snarling in victory. Rafe wants him as
well, wants to be claimed on some level as much as Josiah wants to be the one doing
the claiming. If he didn’t, if their
desires didn’t match to some degree, Rafe would not respond so beautifully,
would not be showing off his collar and trying to entice Josiah into claiming
him.
His hand tightens slightly,
as his head dips down until he can taste Rafe’s neck, can rack teeth and tongue
across the tempting expanse, and suck tiny bruises into the vulnerable
skin. He runs his tongue across the
smooth surface of the collar, tongue flirting with the inlaid rubies and
dragging lightly across the sensitive area where silver meets skin. Rafe bucks against him and Josiah tightens
his hand in reprimand, pleased and aroused when he can actually feel Rafe’s
knees weaken at the silent command even as the submissive obeys and stills.
Josiah pulls himself away
from the mesmerizing taste and feel of Rafe, dragging his lips and tongue up
across the exposed side of his neck so that he can whisper hotly in the
submissive’s ear.
“Such a good boy, Rafe, such
a sweet, beautiful boy. You were made to
be ruled, made for me to own.”
He claims Rafe’s mouth in
another searing kiss, reveling in the breathless gasp and shaky moan it
prompts.
“You’ll be so pretty for me,
won’t you? So sweet and delicious when I
have you begging, wanting what only I can give you. I can’t wait to have you bare and spread open
before me.”
Rafe shudders, a full body
tremor that Josiah can feel perfectly, and it goes straight to his cock. He urges Rafe’s arms above his head with his
free hand before grasping them both tightly and pinning them back against the
wall. He feels Rafe go still against
him, the tiny, almost unnoticed rocking of his hips stopping abruptly, but it
doesn’t really register with him, doesn’t penetrate the fog of lust and need
that’s slowly taking him over.
“P-Please, Josiah.”
The plea comes out quietly,
almost too quietly, and when Josiah hears it he takes it as a plea for more,
more touch, more sensation. Just
more. So he rocks his body against
Rafe’s again as he mouths at the sensitive skin behind his ear. He loves the feel of his cock rubbing against
the submissive’s, even muted as it is by the multiple layers of leather and
cloth. It’s a heady feeling, something
he wants more of even though it’s enough to drive him mad. He wants Rafe bare, wants to feel all of that
silky skin against his own as he takes the other man down and apart.
“Oh the things I’ll make you
do. I’ll make you love me and what I can
give you.”
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Find Rebecca on the web here:
Evernight Publisher: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/rebecca-brochu/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/RayShippou
Your book looks hot, Rebecca. Congratulations!
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